Aiden’s gaze swivels around the almost empty ward, the noise of sliding doors and footsteps only to be heard, her pounding heart echoes in her ears as she stares at the red bulb above the door, the room in which Blake is treated. She is seated on the five row of chairs in front of the door, Lisa beside her. Her left cheek on Aiden’s right shoulder, her left arm wrapped around Aiden’s waist and her right hand on Aiden’s lap buried in her palms.

Aiden moves her hand away from Lisa’s, she lifts Lisa’s head slow, holding onto her she stands. Gently she lays Lisa on the connected row...